CHAPTER 11-ANOTHER CAKE

Ethel

We're kissing?!

The realization of that screamed in my head.

My fingers grabbed his shirt as he moved in closer, lifting my chin with a finger. I was almost falling as I leaned back.

“Hmm,” I mumbled, pushing away finally.

He pulled away, his eyes locked on my bulging eyes and he wiped his lips with his thumb.

“They’re softer than I thought,” he whispered and hit his lips.

I blinked, turning red as I glared at him. “Why did you kiss me?”

“I didn't kiss you. Our lips touched and—”

I pick